Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

had happened as he caught sight of Yolanda unconscious

down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating pain. He called out

than he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Yolanda

Yolanda, he

a piece of fabric to carefully lift

the same time, he barked orders at the

staff in the hotel, and as the manager snapped back to reality,

don't be scared. The doctors are on their way, and so

comfort Lizetta, but the moment she recognized him, her empty gaze filled with intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing,

and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up trouble, her anger as

never seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain and almost hatred, especially

now, she looked at him that way, as if she wanted to gouge out

in a voice foreign

handsome face turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help, "Hogan! Please,